Within the restricted area, the space-time turbulence had gradually stabilized over the years, yet compared to the outside world, it was still wildly chaotic.
As soon as Xia Feng and his companion entered, various rifts opened, attempting to draw both of them into the Space-time River.
In fact, Xia Feng now possessed the A-level Spiritual Artifact, Nash Saintly Armor, which allowed him to move freely in any natural environment without fearing the space-time turbulence.
However, he did not resist the pull of the Space-time River and, holding the unconscious Miss Mu, plunged into something resembling a wormhole.
Simultaneously, the gilded armor covering the surface dispersed, transforming into a Capsule Ship with his thoughts, wrapping them both inside.
The Holy Suit could morph into 'any existing means of transportation' in reality, and Xia Feng chose the most familiar Capsule Ship.
Entering the Space-time River was like being in an endless stream of light tunnels, with walls smeared by a billion trillion colors rushing toward him, blinking densely with information light spots, rushing directly into Xia Feng's dark pupils.
The overwhelming amount of information could erase consciousness, but fortunately, Xia Feng possessed the Bronze Destructive Eye.
This was the Spiritual Clothes that Mu Qingtong had comprehended while Xia Feng was unconscious, within the Space-time River last time, one of them being Space Decomposition: Whatever you see, you can gaze directly at the dimensional space hidden beneath the Present Realm, maintainable for 15 seconds, exceeding which might provoke backlash from spatial information.
In essence, it allowed him to see any form of Different Space beneath the Present Realm without overwhelming his consciousness with massive amounts of information.
Using the Eye of Decompilation, Xia Feng quickly spotted a space-time exit and, without hesitation, he darted in holding Mu Qingtong.
The serene blue-colored seawater was tranquil.
The Capsule Ship emerged from the 'wormhole', smoothly cruising into the endless depths.
Seeing they were finally safe, Xia Feng breathed a sigh of relief.
However, he soon noticed something unusual about Mu Qingtong's condition.
Evil Power surged, and her body trembled, it seemed to have once again overflowed beyond what Mu Qingtong could withstand.
Xia Feng lowered his gaze and saw Miss Mu's stunningly beautiful face up close, her disheveled snowy hair spread out like blooming jasmine flowers, her soft facial contours quiet as the autumn moon.
Her lips were slightly parted, and her long, curled lashes trembled with each breath, her cheeks flushed abnormally.
Xia Feng blinked, his gaze traveling from her long lashes to her delicate nose and moist lips...
It must be said, Mu Qingtong, when silent, exhibited a clean immortal presence as cool and aloof in her expression, but now this chaotic beauty slightly faded her coolness, adding a lazy charm.
Xia Feng's gaze slightly lost focus, and his dark pupils quickly blinked several times.
Now that the Witch was unconscious, couldn't he do anything to her? A little devil in him chuckled with a fork and knife.
No, that won't do. I must be a gentleman, how could I take advantage of someone? Another angelic Xia Feng fluttered his wings, scolding loudly.
Huh~ We are already an old married couple, how is it taking advantage? The little devil wielding a fork sneered. Besides, as a man, how can I keep being teased? It's time to take the initiative and kiss her fiercely!
Hmm, little devil, you make sense! Xia Feng's pupils suddenly sharp, he transformed into a savior and leaned forward, launching an assault at the Destructive Witch!
But in the next moment, the Destructive Witch's lashes trembled and suddenly opened her eyes.
She looked up at the man's face, which was less than half an inch away, with a calm gaze.
Xia Feng's pupils dilated slightly, but he quickly regained composure and quietly engaged the gaze of the silver-haired woman underneath him.
The two locked eyes for a full three seconds, and Xia Feng clicked his tongue, directly lowered his head, and their intermingling breaths merged completely.
Mu Qingtong's pupils paused for a moment, she just raised her eyebrows thinking to lift her hand, but Xia Feng already embraced her slender waist and ordered softly, "Don't move, I'll help you absorb the Evil Power."
Mr. Xia hooked up her cold jawline with a reckless motion, even sustaining eye contact with her, using his dark pupils to stare calmly into hers. She didn't like Mr. Xia's gaze or tone, condescending as if a superior giving orders to a subordinate.
Xia Feng had not absorbed much Evil Power when his hands were suddenly pulled up above his head. Mu Qingtong took control, her movements growing increasingly rough as she leaned down to dominate.
Xia Feng's brows furrowed tightly, unwilling to show weakness. He tried his best to resist by pushing his tongue against the door, quickly executing a counter-invasion.
Mu Qingtong's beautiful eyes narrowed, not indulging him, and she quickly retaliated with the same maneuver to regain the upper hand on the battlefield...
In the tight, enclosed space of the Capsule Ship, nobody spoke. The atmosphere was eerie and silent, only their dark and golden pupils stared faintly at each other, neither willing to give in through their battle of words.
One minute, two minutes, ten minutes...
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In the end, they were still at an impasse, both stopping their attacks and defenses simultaneously.
Their foreheads, wet with sweat, touched in a silent face-off, both breathing heavily as they took a mid-battle break.
Mu Qingtong quickly regained her energy, pulling on Xia Feng's wrists while burying her heated, soft face into his neck.
Xia Feng tilted his neck back, the unbridled warmth and moist breath causing his nape to tighten and his heartbeat to accelerate, his throat parched.
Lowering his gaze, he saw her silver hair lift, prompting him to lean in, but Mu Qingtong avoided him by pursing her lips.
He saw the woman in the black dress looking down at him from her higher position, her eyes softening as she leaned to his ear, her tone cold yet mocking, "Mr. Xia, what—do you still want more?"
"..." Xia Feng's face stiffened slightly, his pupils dilating as he retorted, "Who wants more? I was just helping you absorb the Evil Power, Miss Mu! Think too much—ah—"
Mid-sentence, he suddenly shuddered because a thread of ambiguous and enticing breath had hurriedly slipped into his ear.
A cold, indifferent voice arose, "Mr. Xia, it seems you are indeed easily dominated by your lower half. Can't you handle it?"
Xia Feng couldn't hold back and retorted loudly, "Who is dominated by their lower half? Not me!"
"Oh," Mu Qingtong nodded, glancing downward, "But Mr. Xia, your second sword is pressing against me again."
Indeed, he was somewhat overwhelmed.
But who could blame him when the Destructive Witch's figure was so provocative, plus her intentionally humming into his ear... producing such an unprecedented sound, it was difficult not to draw his sword.
After being pointed out by the Demonic Witch, the shame further stimulated his hormones, making his Sword Intent uncontrollably more fierce.
Seeing Mr. Xia's ears turn redder, Mu Qingtong's lips curled into a slight smile.
She had realized from their last encounter that Mr. Xia, being a normal man, was easily controlled by primal desires, which was his fatal weakness.
Perhaps she could use this weakness to her advantage, making Mr. Xia submit to her in a most humiliating posture!
Mu Qingtong's eyes narrowed slightly, her low, sweet voice by his ear gently asking, "You can tell me the truth. Do you still want more?"
Xia Feng felt like his throat was on fire, and well... it was just a normal physiological reaction. Telling the truth... wasn't shameful!
He nodded almost imperceptibly.
But the woman's voice by his side took on a commanding tone, saying softly, "Beg me."